Quotes by Warwick Deeping

"She lay still awhile, and let her thoughts dance like the motes in the shimmer of sunlight that stole in between the branches."
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"She climbed out, and stood like a water nymph, her body agleam and asparkle with its dew, her skin like rare silk, smooth as a star's glance. Down fell her hair like smoke. She stretched her arms to the moon, and laughed, aglow with the warmth gotten of her swim."
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"Night was in the sky, night in her winter austerity - keen, clear, a-glitter with stars as though her robe were spangled with cosmic frost."
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George Warwick Deeping (28 May 1877 – 20 April 1950) was an English novelist and short story writer, whose best-known novel was Sorrell and Son (1925).